Monthly Archives: October 2010

I parked my vehicle on the curbside in front of my house (No. 18, Andrew) before 10:00 pm on Oct. 25. On the morning of the next day, I found its right-side front bumper, headlight and park light badly damaged.

It was clear that another vehicle was the culprit. Shards of that vehicle’s broken lights were still at the scene. The guard on duty saw a trail of tiny fragments about a meter long. The guard promised to make a report and conduct an investigation.

After informing the guard, I then proceeded to the house of Mr. Ponchit Miranda to report the incident.

A community like ours functions on rules and basic civility. If I were the culprit, I would report an incident like that to guard and own it up. But no one showed up to own up the responsibility.

Because ours is a gated community with guards that I help pay for , I have the right to ask this question: Is there a redress for my grievance? Or, would the MHA just shrug off the incident and say “stuff happens.”

You have to address grievances such as mine. If not, we don’t even have the right to call Metro-Heights a community and lay down a set of rules and expect a life of order and basic civility.

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Yesterday, while I was getting my tank filled up at a Petron Station in Quezon Ave., I noticed some European cars parked at the service bay. Before I knew it, my feet already dragged me within a few meters from these awesome pieces of automotive wonder. There was moment of silence. A kind of silence that only a hot girl riding a horse could bring. The moment was momentarily cut short by the gasoline boy’s mandatory spiel. From afar he shouted, “Sir, sero-sero! wantawsan diesel. Tapos na!”

The mechanic on the service bay flashed a hand on the gasoline boy, which probably meant like “Ina mo ka, huwag kang gagad.” The mechanic approached me and we had a little chit-chat. I found out that they offer reasonable packages for change oil and mechanical services. And since the gas station is no more than a year old since its grand opening, everything from the hydraulic lift to the wrenches still has that brand new look and feel. To cut the story short, I decided to have my truck’s oil changed with the semi synthetic oil package. I was planning to have my truck get its oil change after my next pay check but since I was already in the midst of a good deal, I said what the hell. In Zeus’ voice “Let’s do this!”

Tang woke me up this morning. We had the usual breakfast he takes out every Monday morning at a Macdo in NLEX. We called Ma while having breakfast, and we had the same discussion we had yesterday about my suicide job. I placated her by assuring that I will get at least six hours of sleep during the night shift. I noticed Buningning was also getting rowdy with someone over the phone. Later on, she approached me and explained that she needs to send some money to her relatives in the province. The outflow of cash over this weekend made the perfect excuse to use Master Card’s famous ad: